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Rise of The Anti God

He was chased to the very ends of the earth by those he once protected. Betrayed by his friends and the ones he cared about, he lost his wife and unborn child. Ending it all by throwing himself into the abyss, he was reincarnated into a world with Cultivation, where every being seeks to be the strongest. Love or hatred? Which is it that drives him in this new life? Will he ever be able to take revenge on the one who destroyed his previous life? Find out how the fate of the universe lies in Damien's hands by following Damien Godwin on his thorny path of vengeance and his journey to see what lies beyond... [ Try out at least the first chapter before moving on! ] Check out my 3rd novel -> I Shall Devour Everything (Join my Discord server for giveaway!) ==== Top 100 = 14 chaps/ week guaranteed (So vote more!) 1.5K+ Power stones = 1 Bonus Chapter 1.75K+ Power stones = 2 Bonus Chapter ===== Discord Link https://discord.gg/U9H6HxkKmD ===== P.S It's my first novel, so hope you guys understand if I make some elementary mistakes. P.P.S I don't own the cover. If the owner has any issues, I can take it down.

Resurgent · Fantasi Timur
Peringkat tidak cukup
801 Chs

Big Brother Is Coming For You

Meanwhile, Damien was scouring the streets in the dead of the night looking for Valentina. He knew that if Valentina left the forest, the only place she would wander would be the city since that's the only place he had told her about.

He saw a dim-lit shop where an old man was selling some common items. He approached the shop vendor and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a girl with pink hair passing through any time recently?"

The old man's bored expression immediately lit up on seeing Damien, as he got up in a jittery motion, "Senior Azrael...what can this lowly one do for you?"

Damien said in a slightly frustrated tone seeing how this old man didn't even hear what he asked, "I said did you see any little girl with pink hair recently?"

The old man's heart trembled when he noticed the annoyance in his tone. He said as his mouth quivered, "Senior...this morning a little girl did walk through the streets alone. The poor girl's face was scarred."